At the Easter picnic, my mother said, “Next time, don’t bring the boy.” No one defended my son until my eldest daughter pulled her chair back and said, “Say it again.” Everyone at the table fell silent. And then… everything changed.

”

A young woman asked me, “Did the man finally turn around and see her?”

“Yes,” I said. “In the end, he did.”

“Did she forgive him?”

I looked at the ring.

“She didn’t need to. By then, she had already learned to walk alone.”

Because my happy ending was not Alejandro finally choosing me.

It was me choosing myself.